Sunday, February 21, 2010

Because every Sunday can use a few moments of the sweetest song ever written, sung by that warmest of voices, Nat King Cole... I am fascinated that the man who wrote the song, eden ahbez who chose not to capitalize the first letters of his name, was a self-proclaimed "mystic" who lived in a sleeping bag under the "L" of the Hollywood sign.

that is the best weird compliment ever. but i think it's only the awesomely defined eyebrows that are similar. (by the way, i am like an elderly asian woman in the faint eyebrow region. i envy your brows like nobody's biz.)

Do you know how much I love him? He looks (I swear!), sounds, and plays like my grandpa, and my grandpa taught me all of his songs. I love lots of people, but Nat King Cole is special and different like comfort food.